The Hours
Time runs slowly on restful days
The hours pass in the greying haze
The future seems not to behave
Sleep overcomes you in the heat wave
The day’s end comes unknown to some
Whose eyes are closed their body numb
Then waking to the lack of light
Open eyes to their sudden fright
Time has passed the day elapsed
The hours lost they have collapsed
That remorseless tick that none can stay
Has won again, all is now astray
That line upon the horizon seen
Closer now and within your dream
Is this the place your days to end
The hours pass and you will transcend
